Summary: Bringing in the slayer.
Disclaimer: I wish- ME sign the release papers! Distribution: My hosts, my sites. I would appreciate an email otherwise.
Rating: Strong "R" Pairing: BAus

Angelus' silence had the whole group on pins and needles, none of them sure what to expect from the vampire. He sat in his cage, smirking joyfully at them all. He had been sitting in the same spot Cordelia had left him, and he didn't seem to mind the quiet.

No one ventured downstairs to the crazy mother fucker, and everyone was just fine with it, even Angelus. For he could feel her coming, the base of his spine tingling a little louder with her every passing mile. Almost four hours ago did the pricks upstairs try to trick him by faking a call to Sunnydale.

Little did they know that he didn't hear the out dial which is what alerted him. Besides he said he wouldn't talk to anyone but his slayer. When he heard footsteps on the stairs, he snapped to attention, waiting for her to walk amidst his presence.

The tingle in his belly, tightened the stomach muscles in anticipation, and he could almost picture her bright hazel eyes full of curiosity. Raising a knee, he threw an arm over the top of it and watched the narrow opening.

"You know slayer, prison garb is just so last year."

Faith hopped down the last step with a roll of her hips and smiled cockily at him.

"Good to see ya Angie. I trust you're all locked up nice and cozy right? So talk to me about Mr. Beasty."

"You don't look blonde to me."

She laughed, and shook her head, bending down to inspect the red line of tape surrounding his cage.

"Tsk tsk, seems you're not Stretch Armstrong, can't reach beyond this line hun?" she glanced up, "And such a tiny cell too."

"At least the bars keep me away from you."

"Flattered Angelus, truly, you scared of little old me?"

"I'm only nervous around the real slayer."

Her eyes flashed angrily, as she tapped the bars in three rapid hits of her open palm.

"I am the real slayer, yours died twice you moron or have you forgotten?"

"She's a much better slayer though, hasn't entered murderess row."

"Yeah, she's too pussy to join the club."

Angelus stood up, taking a step or two to the opposite side of the cage, looking back at Faith all the time, a grimace on his face.

"She isn't the slut queen of the hellmouth though, so her pussy goes out limited."

"Oh yeah, that's true. Stickler, Buffy is such a party pooper. She's no fun. Now me, I'm fun. I even know how to do bondage."

"So you're into S & M? Not surprising," Angelus said conversationally, nodding his head.

"Oh there are a lot of things I'm into…"

"Not interested Faith, like I said to Cordy, I like to break my lovers in."

"You don't want to play? Not going to tell me one wittle thing that you know? Oh come on Angelus, let's make this interesting."

Angelus raised a brow, his lips twitching, but he just shook his head, and faced away from her.

"Buffy's body responds so nicely to so many things." Faith moaned, running her hands over her breasts, staring hungrily at him.

Swift and surprising anger rushed through his veins like hot lava. His face morphed into his vampire visage, his yellow eyes snapping at the brunette slayer before him.

Each word was colored in threats, as Angelus wrapped his hands around the bars, "Never ever, speak of that again, do you understand me Squeaky?"

"Perfectly Peaches. Riley's hands were so smooth, he hadn't been a soldier long when he fucked me in my new Buffy suit. He was very eager to try out all these positions with my naturally blonde and limber bod."

Angelus slammed against the cage with a roar of fury battering the bars like a hurricane gust, rattling them in there slots. His hand reached through the bars, dislocating his shoulder to grab the high handed bitch. He took her by surprise, and pulled her towards him, until his fangs pressed against her lips, his eyes starring down into her suddenly frightened ones.

"Don't make me remind you again Faith of who you are dealing with."

Running his fingers through her tresses, he gripped the hair at the base of her head painfully tight. Hearing shouts echo into the room from his ex-co-workers, Angelus shook her violently, reaching his other hand through to pull her head to the side, exposing the neck.

With haste, he plunged his fangs into the painfully arched neck and guzzled the powerful blood, not bothering to taste it. Feeling a weapon pressed to his neck, Angelus opened his amber eyes and saw Gunn hesitate.

Pulling back from Faith's neck, Angelus grinned and threw her away from the cage, keeping an hand fisted in her hair, hearing a satisfying yelp of pain when the strands got ripped out of the soft skin. Taking her hair, he brought it up to his nose and breathed in deeply.

Then he tossed them to the floor outside his cage.

"You smell like you need a shower Faith, those prisons not very clean these days. Has Bethie tried to make you her love slave yet?"

"You bastard!"

"You bitch who started it!"

Sitting up from the floor, Faith gently touched her head, rubbing it through her hair. The movement pulled the tender skin on her neck, shooting out a shiver of pain. "Ow!"

"It can hurt a lot worse then that number two. Now go get me a real slayer to talk to, one that's a natural blonde."

"Blondes always do have more fun," Faith said snarkily, as she stood.

"They certainly do wonder bitch."

"Wonder woman, jeez and how long have you lived in this century?"

"You know, about a hundred years give or take. I meant bitch."

Faith stuck her tongue out, raising her nose. "With that attitude, I'm not going to even recommend that we call Buffy. I bet I could break you."

"Come into this cage and we'll find out, now won't we? Would that be five by five with you?"

"You wouldn't want to press your luck would you Angie?"

"I can do anything better then you can."

"No you can't." Faith said sweetly.

"Oh yes, I can."

"Can't."

"Oh Ms. Implants, please just go away? You aren't worth the energy or the attention. Take my hairless bro with you too." Angelus said nodding to Gunn on the left with his weapon still in his hands.

"I'm not your bro."

"Like I care, but why are you down here? I know you care what's going on between Fred and Mr. Man up there, I bet they're snogging while you're down here just yapping away."

Angelus watched Gunn glance upwards, and grinned because of the easy victory. Settling back against the wall, he watched Gunn guide the woozy slayer up the steps. They better bring Buffy in soon or he was going to crack until their ability to inflict mental insanity.

The minute he got out of here though, he was going to rip the ligaments morsel by morsel off of her bones, and skin as much of her organs meaty flesh off, not to mention dance in her blood.

The tramp.

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